Luyện nghe bài hát S.P. So Bastardly

[VERSE 1:
I'm sippin' purple magic, stuck like traffic
On the back of his head, S.P.M.
Boys down with me, like flat tires
Got and 'Lac's and candy jaguars
Try to it rich, breakin' bricks
My girl's name was cocaine, that's a bitch
Was my love, that I will admit
Watchin' dope fiends fight for half a
Do these rappers know, how it go
Or are they just another on the microphone?
I listen to the 'Pac, I to the Pat
My homie's either or in the kitchen cookin' crack
Boys wanna' stare, it to the square, hoe
I stay ag' or should I let my hair grow?
I know it don't stop, even they try
45 years, in like a homicide

[CHORUS:
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And so heavily
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And pack so

[VERSE 2:
The world has got me on
I'm gettin' to that spot on the ledge
To where if I drop, then I'm
Man, probably best
'Cuz these days, innocent Mexicans get locked in the
Or either rocked wit' a glock lead
Or (of the death??)
Now, I wanna' be the next one to suffer the same pain
I'm in same game, I hustle to change things
'Cuz whoever says I just wanna see fly
The done sped by, now that's where your head lie
I be down the back street, my screw tape bang
The coop stay swangin' through the two-way lanes
So come creep wit' me, let me show you the ropes I frequently
Out the dirty, coast
What the deal like baby, is real life
This is what it like, when you in the trill life
This is it still like, still fly the kite to Los
I''d like to welcome y'all on of S.P. bro'

[CHORUS:
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And pack so
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And pack so

3: SPM]
I'ma stay strong, stronger they thought
I 'em so sick when I bought it off the lot
But I'd fall apart, if I couldn't
South Park, slap on my Noah's Ark
Money a thing, never will I love it
Guess that's why the Lord gave me of it
I it on my homies, spent it on my kids
I put a diamond necklace in my momma's
But all the kept me drugged up
I try to stuff a fuckin' ounce in one blunt
So many enemies, for no reason
Guess they mad I make the dough look easy
In the club, on a hog leg
With some car wishin' I would drop dead
Now that I'm on lock, they can't take it
Homie, I'm the of this shit, man face it

[CHORUS:
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And pack so
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And so heavily